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After the charity party in Manhattan, Simon took a helicopter to Greenwich, Connecticut. Grace bought a manor in the southeastern suburb of Greenwich, some time ago, saying that she wanted to bring a little guy over to spend weekends occasionally, and she could escape the summer heat. In fact, it was a love nest specially prepared for a date with Simon.

After all, Manhattan is full of people and eyes.

Simon has enough properties, but Grace did not want them and insisted on purchasing them herself. The woman is not short of money now, and Simon doesn't force her.

Simon arrived and was pulled by a woman to take a nap together. It was very pure. It was already past three o'clock in the afternoon when she woke up. The sun was just right, and she hurried on the sofa on the balcony of the bedroom, enjoying the warm sunshine of the spring afternoon, talking about all kinds of trivialities.

Before I knew it, the topic came to the new year Elite World Elite Model Competition, which will be launched again in April. Grace said: "I have read the information of those two Korean girls. It's very good. It's okay to praise them. But why do you think of you want to praise Koreans? Are you suppressing them recently?"

"These are two things," Simon hugged the woman beside her, while looking through a document discussing the causes of human aging. He did not hide it from Grace, saying: "I plan to completely control the South Korean economy, and to avoid rebounds as much as possible, I plan to give Koreans enough cultural pride."

Grace thought for a while before laughing, "It's very bad."

"Teach you," Simon also smiled, "If you have the opportunity to go to Korea, you will be very popular with just one sentence."

"What?"

“I like Korea.”

"Um?"

“You can add some suffixes,” Simon said. “I like Korean food, I like Korean clothing, and that kind of thing.”

Grace probably understood and asked in confusion: "Is it useful?"

Simon nodded confidently: "Very useful."

Grace lit up her head, but said, "I don't need it. I don't like Korea. I remember going to a Korean restaurant once, it was not delicious at all. There are also traditional Korean clothing, which is so ugly that it is not as good as Chinese cheongsams and Japanese kimonos."

"It doesn't matter whether you like it or not. It doesn't matter if you say a few words and you don't have money, and you can still make money."

"Then, if the company's models have the opportunity to go to Korea, let them say that."

"It seems you understand."

“Does other places work?”

“Asia universal.”

Grace nodded again, and couldn't help but wonder: "Why?"

Simon just smiled.

Seeing that the man did not say anything, Grace did not ask questions, twisted her body and lay on his chest, and said, "By the way, shouldn't Ukraine do this too?"

"Um?"

"The quality of Ukrainian girls is very high, but in recent years, you don't seem to have particularly valued girls except Lyudmira."

Simon shook his head: "No."

Grace lowered her two slender hands on her chin, but she wasn't very curious, just wanted to talk to him: "Why?"

"Because Ukraine doesn't even need to be perfunctory to me."

The man's tone of looking down on all living beings made Grace feel a little tight inexplicably. She took a deep breath and said, "Since that's the case, I will keep the best girl in Ukraine in the future?"

"Um."

Grace skipped the topic, turned her head and glanced at the thick volume of information in the man's hand, followed by reading a few paragraphs, and asked, "What is the theory of abandonment?"

"A hypothesis about human aging," Simon said: "This theory suggests that human aging processes are affected by the allocation of cellular resources in humans. For example, too much resource allocation will lead to a decrease in resources for cell repair and lifespan."

As a woman, Grace felt that she understood in seconds: "I think it makes sense. Women have too many children, and it will become very difficult to maintain their appearance and figure."

Simon smiled and said, "I think it's a bit far-fetched."

"Yes, you men don't have to have children."

"Actually, we contribute more," Simon's big hand slid across the woman's slender waist: "For every child, you women only need to contribute one egg, but our men's efforts are hundreds of millions."

Grace's face turned slightly red, and she gently twisted her body to make the man more comfortable. She didn't worry about this issue, but instead said: "How long will it take for your research on extending your life span to produce results?"

"It's hard to say, maybe it's possible that our little John generation will have to wait for us to use it."

Grace felt the man's tone of fate, and did not force it. She paused and said, "I'm wondering if I die in the future, can I be buried beside you." As she said softly, the woman carefully added: "I mean, I must die before you, book a little first."

"I'm fine," Simon also avoided women's discussions on life and death, and said with a smile: "However, Jenny may have an objection."

Grace thought about it, thought about it, and discussed, "It's okay not to be too close. Perhaps, it's the place where I can see you. Within a mile, the vision is better?"

"I don't know where I'm going to bury it yet. Maybe Mars is good, should I go together?"

"As long as you can be with you."

"You made me feel guilty, like you cheated on a little girl."

Grace rubbed her face against the man's chest: "You said I can do anything."

Simon hugged the woman's arm tightly and smiled, "Maybe no need. If you continue to study according to the current investment, I believe that there will be results in twenty or thirty years. Then, maybe we can live to two hundred years old."

Grace asked her more concerned question: “Can you become younger?”

"Don't think about it when you're 18, but it should be fine to maintain your current appearance."

Grace touched her still shiny and fair face: "Then I'm very satisfied."

The two were chatting, and the bedroom door was pushed open. Looking over from the terrace, Bryce came over with a little bit. Seeing the two of them looking at the couch, they immediately started to talk sharply: "Mr. Westeros, have you made a mistake? You have a son here, not a daughter."

As he said that, he had already stuffed a chubby little spot between the two of them, and directly snatched the information from Simon's hand and made it look like it on the single sofa next to him.

Although there was a disappointment, Simon and Grace did not get up either. Grace gave up the man's chest and asked the little guy to lie down on it, and began to teach the child to learn to speak together. Little John was not the smartest of those children born last year, but he was eight months old and began to call him mom and dad.

Bryce, who was next to him, had the idea of ​​making trouble and stuffing the child over. Seeing that the two big and one small next to him were happy, he became angry again: "Hey, do you think I don't exist?"

Simon held the little guy up and raised it high, listening to the child's giggle, and asked Grace: "Why did she appear again?"

Grace bent her lips: "Perhaps I want the last time."

Bryce blushed at Grace's teasing words, and pulled a pillow from behind and threw it over: "You don't need to drive people away, I'll leave later."

Simon intentionally ran: "Why don't you leave now?"

Bryce touched his back again, but couldn't find the throwing weapon, and did not dare to throw the information booklet in his hand. He was worried that he would hurt the child, so he could only talk: "You asked me to leave, but I won't leave. This is Grey's territory. You are just a guest, but you are not qualified to drive me away."

"Even Grey's whole person is mine, and of course it's mine," Simon continued to hold his son and whine: "So, I'm very qualified."

Bryce looked at Grace, and when she saw that her best friend didn't like him, she could only force herself to glar at her: "I won't leave anyway, you can drive me away."

"According to the abandonment theory, I'll spend resources on you. Maybe I'll live two seconds less, and I can't make it."

Bryce was blinded.

What is the quarrel level? This man doesn’t play by the routine. What the hell is this... abandonment theory?

Grace watched the fun for a while, and when she saw Bryce being speechless, she immediately laughed out loud.

Bryce could only glar over: "You two bully me together."

Grace sat up, took the child from the man and got off the sofa bed, glanced at Grace, and said to Simon: "I'll send the baby downstairs and wait."

Bryce watched Grace leave with her child in her arms, and then turned her eyes to a man. Seeing him sitting up and coming towards him, she immediately made a defensive posture, with the unique irritation of a delicate and beautiful woman: "What are you going to do?"

"You."

“…”

Simon's weekend itinerary was very full. He only stayed at Grace for an afternoon, and then flew to Boston by helicopter in the evening to accompany the two women and children in Boston. He returned to New York the next day. The weekend time belonged to Erin Lauder and Little Noah.

So until Monday morning.

This is March 23.

In the morning, Irene and her son said goodbye to the airport. In addition to the routine entourage, the butler Angry also brought three women of all sizes, namely Lin Zhao and Lin Zhi sisters, and Lydia Hurst, who was secretly sent by the Hurst family by Lydia.

A 14-year-old girl who looks more and more like an exquisite doll, looks like a princess who is about to be locked into a castle by a dragon, proud and stubborn.

Simon felt that if this girl didn't get her wish, she would be very sorry for the fairy tale, so she ordered Angre to send the person to the manor in San Lucas, Mexico, where the sky is high and the earth is wide, which is very suitable for raising a princess.

In the front cabin study of Boeing 767.

After the plane stabilized, Simon was processing the various work documents today, while looking at the two sisters Lin Zhao who were brought here by Girl A: "Ange said you have something to see me, tell me?"

Lin Zhi, who was standing opposite the man's desk, immediately looked at his sister.

The two sisters are still a little panicked now. They, or Lin Zhao, do have something to tell the man, but they didn't expect to be taken on a private plane. After all, they did not adapt to their current situation, so they were inevitably confused.

Where is this...going?

And, where did they go, and how did they go back next?

The sisters had classes today.

After pausing, Lin Zhao said: "I, Mr. Westeros, about my family's affairs."

Simon just looked down at a split plan for South Korea's Daewoo Group, and said nodded and waited for Lin Zhao to continue.

"Yes..." Lin Zhao hesitated again and said: "I saw on the Internet that my father, the factory, has recently gone bankrupt, and many laid-off workers have even made trouble."

Simon roughly understood.

Chen Qing mentioned a few words, with the girl's personality who was afraid that the world would not be in chaos, she was happy to see all kinds of broken things happening, the more lively the better.
To be continued...